The Dream

The dream of getting out.
We live in a place where fear walks around like a school yard bully.
It’s in our face every minute of every day.
There is a nothingness about fear.
We move about our world, trying to avoid our fear.
But it’s everywhere we go.
We hide it, disguise it.
Store it away.

Darkness creeps in.
At first, it’s oh so beautiful.
There is no fear.
A line.
It’s crossed.
Time passes in shades of gray.
Everything pure is lost.
The child cries out for the light.
Cries so loud, but only to a deaf ear.
But, what a dream.
The dream.
The dream of life beyond the darkness.
How to attain it?
An outstretched hand.
A hug.
Welcome.
Hope brings with it a smile.
The smile warms a frozen heart.
What was once gray explodes into color.
A stair well appears.
First one, then two, and slowly to the third step. Must keep going.
We find solid ground in which to stand.
We ascend the fourth step.
And then the fifth disregarding the fear.
We walk right through .
We continue the journey one step at a time.
No need for getting out.
I’ll stay right here.

Steven A